Terry studied the frayed photograph he clutched in his hand. It was the key to his partner's tortured soul.
Dino's daughter.
Alexis Elizabeth Devlin.
She had been no more than three when the photograph had been taken. She had been dressed for Easter in a light blue, linen dress that brought out the blue in her eyes.
Her father's eyes.
Her little lips had been turned up into a smile that Terry knew all too well.
Her father's mischievous smile.
She had been taken from Dino by a hail of bullets.
Now, twenty years later, Terry mourned her tragic death.
The End
